Hollow
Dark hollow words echo
in my skin for things
I have done in numerable sins
counting each a thorn of pain
dark hollow words distain
desire my internal fire
my funeral pyre they cut so slow
so very deep I feel then seep
down to keep me in turmoil
Cleansed by my fire slow and complete
dark hollow words
echo long
into my night
longing for something
to keep me company
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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